Flight was great,flight attendants were going crazy over the girls,especially Gintare. They put their beds in after take off,we plopped them right in,bottle in hands and started drinking:Andrew his double vodkas and I was enjoying nice champagne. Girls fell asleep no problems,Gintare whined a bit but then she was gone. Food was nothing to write home about,I hope for better meals on the flight from Paris.
Oh,at the airport in Paris,they don’t give you a stroller back at the ramp. We had to walk with the girls and all carry-on luggage for like 40 minutes to the train,off the train,up and down and up and down again. Then through immigration,and up and down. Find that escalators don’t work! Then to the luggage area to pick up suitcases only to find out that the stroller is considered an over-sized item and is delivered on the other side of the baggage claim. So I had Allegra in hand,running towards the stroller,finally finding it in between dogs being delivered and running back to get Gintare and Andrius and all suitcases. Then across the airport to the railstation.
Here we find out they don’t allow luggage carts downstairs due to safety concerns. So for us,this was the craziest things:our double stroller,4 carry-on,two kids and three suitcases topped off with two cars seats. Note to smart people:eliminate,eliminate eliminate!
Finally the train comes,and it has like 4 steps up. I am going nuts:how are we gonna lift the stroller with the girls in it,then get all the luggage and the car seats just me and Andrew?! We get the stroller in and it’s very narrow,we can’t turn it around or get it through the door into the cabin. There are people behind us that can’t get in or leave. Had Andrew running around getting luggage. I though I was gonna go crazy! I was cursing whomever suggested we take the train. Finally we pushed the stroller through with other people’s help then unloaded the girls and then Andrew put everything all over the cabin. Then the same thing hustling out of the train.
And that is how we finally got to Brussels were I found a city most unfriendliest to the families with strollers! But that’s another story.
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